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Surrender or destruction?
Sancast and Helim exchanged a bitter look.
The strangely alluring man before them had said nothing, but his meaning could not have been clearer.
"Fight to the death?" Sancast clenched his fists, then let them fall limp.
He could not summon the courage.
That terrifying glance from Diabolo had nearly shattered his mind. How was he supposed to fight back?
Wouldn't that be suicide?
Clang!
A Wizard dropped his weapon, crouched down, and wept into his hands.
"Surrender. Surrender! We have no other choice!"
More and more Wizards followed suit, crouching on the ground and sobbing.
They mourned not only their uncertain fates. They knew that the authority the Highland Wizards had held over the Northern Frontier for ten thousand years was gone, and their glorious era would vanish with it.
"Who will remember us in the years to come?" Helim murmured, unable to hide the pain in his eyes.
"Ah... surrender."
"We have no other choice!"
"Don't let these children die with us for nothing. They're still young. They have their whole lives ahead of them!" Sancast slowly looked around at the young apprentices from the Wizard Academy.
They huddled against their teachers in panic, seeking shelter.
Sancast knew that if they surrendered today, the fall of the entire Highland would not be far behind.
And if the Highland fell, so would the whole Northern Frontier.
Sancast understood the stakes perfectly, yet he chose to surrender.
His words sounded noble, but deep down, he was afraid to die.
He had grown accustomed to power and a long life. The pleasures